As We Learn (Emotionally Impaired Book 1)

by Grey Huffington

“I know exactly how you feel about it, Nami. So do you. I’ve smelled your arousal since you sat down at my dinner table. Instead of seafood, I wanted to have you for dinner, but I behaved. I’m a grown ass man, made thirty-eight today.

“Whether you fuck me tonight or two months from now, I still plan on calling you every single day, blowing up your spot and popping up just to see you smile. Of course we’re strangers now, but that’s how everyone starts off. Almost, at least. I’m not asking you to marinate my dick in the lubricant that you have accumulated between those thighs over the course of dinner. I’m just asking you to stay the night with me.”

He pulled it out of me. Everything. What I loved most about sharing is that he reserved judgment and simply listened. I hadn’t realized how much I needed that until tonight.

“I’m trying to be respectable, Nami, but I’m a man with a hard dick between his legs with intentions to use it. Climb down and take heed because once we go there, shit gets different.”

Over and over, he dug into me as if his life depended on it. As if I was going somewhere soon. I wasn’t. As long as he needed me, I’d be right where he needed me to be.

Good dick was known to have you thinking recklessly and talking out of the side of your neck and I could attest. With the way he was digging into my guts, I wanted to have his babies and cook him breakfast like my name was Abigail.

“Up on the table, Nami. Don’t be shy. I’ve seen what you’re about and I’m about that shit too. Open up. Feed me.”

Oh 🤭 alright

It was as good as his and so was I. For now, at least. His to hug and his to handle with the care that he had since he heard my sniffling on the phone. His without a title, because I wasn’t ready for much of anything else. His to call on. His to come through for. His to fuck on and his to suck on. His to consider every day. His to hold as we lay together.

Already on to the next one